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I made a new friend today. Sabrina. It was weird how it happened, really. In a way, Stephen almost acted like a friend bitch, which is a title I'm sure he'd love. Me and Sandy were standing in the grossly long lunch line, when Stephen comes up to us. In turn, he stands in line with us, and talks with us. Then his friends arrive and come up to him, all the while getting in line in front of us, as most people do. No biggie. Then Sabrina comes up to Stephen's friends, and talks to them.
For some reason, Linda (rather loud friend of Stephen; known her, but never been friends.) was talking a lot to and towards me, and I was responding. It was weird. Sabrina also joined in on the whole concept of talking to me, and saying that I looked like someone, but couldn't remember who. Sandy later reminded me it was some girl named Crystal, and when I asked Sabrina if that was right, she powerfully blasted that that was the girl she was thinking of.
Sabrina moved her a year ago, and I remember her very well; I remember when I first saw her, and going by appearance only, I assumed that she would be a new addition to the pep squad at my school, because of her laid back clothing and very pretty face. I am not the only one who assumed this, because last Wednesday, when a jock named Michael first saw Sabrina, she instantly asked her name, and for a few moments gave her some silent attention. Weird, I guess. But, anyway, Sabrina is exactly the opposite in her personality. She may be quiet in class, but she is outspoken around friends and what not, hyper, and the majority of her friends fall into the "gothic" group. It makes her interesting.
I'd do her.
Sabrina also has third period English with me, which explains why we have the same lunch. As the laws of ironic ness would have it, a group project was assigned in English. To start a new friendship, me and her got in a group together, as well with another girl Tiffany. Things we have in common: we both have boyfriends, with relationships lasting around 2 years, and our other halfs live farther away. (although, her's is considerably closer. Just in northern Virginia. And she's officially engaged to her guy, ring and everything.) We also like to draw, or can draw.
... And the topic of drawing is what is making me write this now; because we were in a group together, and were assigned to create a comic strip from a scene in Beowolf. I asked her character she would like to draw, since she said she liked drawing, and only drew "serious" pictures. I can only draw cartoons, and was hoping she would pick the hero of the story for her to draw, mainly because an animated hero against a serious looking monster character may look a little off. She chose the monster, because she said it would be fun. And that's fine, I didn't really mind. I'm not sitting here being angry and pissed about it. I am just mulling over how bad my picture of a hero will look in the way I will draw it. I'm pretty sure that neither of my group members will be particularly happy with what I come up with, and it's progressively getting later. Maybe I should work instead of doing this.